Miss Templeton and he were fully agreed on this point; the fogs and low-lying mists from the river were harmful to her poor little chest.
Caleb must leave her under Mrs.Sullivan's care.

Miss Templeton had made all arrangements, and he would be responsible for the expense.
There had been a pitched battle over this point; but for once Elizabeth had been forced to give in, Malcolm had been so stern and masterful.
Caleb should come down for the week-end every three weeks or so, he could promise him that, and a whole week at Christmas.

But Caleb looked too much dazed to answer, and there was a misty look in the transparent, light-blue eyes.
"I'm took all of a heap!" he ejaculated at last.

"It is not that I don't thank you kindly, sir, for I am pretty nigh choking with gratitude; but you see there is Ma'am to reckon with--if Kit were her own little 'un she couldn't be fonder of her." "I daresay not," remarked Malcolm, and there was a trace of impatience in his tone; "but, after all, Mr.Martin, you are Kit's father." But Caleb only shook his head doubtfully, and went on in his slow, ruminating way.
"Most folk think that Ma'am is a bad-natured woman because she gives them the rough side of her tongue; but, Lord bless you, her bark's worse than her bite.

Her heart is just set on Kit, and she would not hurt a hair of her head in her most contrary moods, when even the black cat won't stay in the place she is making such a scrimmage with the pots and pans.